To a Departed Friend

September 18, 2014 love

Where is that shoulder I leaned on,
those sympathetic ears?

Lingering in memory,
yet burned to dust,
which I have sifted in my fingers.

You have slipped into Spirit,
years ago,
and still I look for you.

Where will I find that loving care?
it is nowhere to be seen,
but alive, inside me.